Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 389: The proud warrior

　　锵!

　　Lord breathed out a suffocating breath and flicked his long sword lightly.

　　 On the red hot blade, the terrifying heat and flames gradually dissipated, and then it returned to its previous appearance.

　　 The aftermath of the ‘Blade of the Rising Sun’ was slashed out with only one knife, leaving a golden afterglow like the setting sun in the void, and the scorching spiritual pressure contained in it has not been dissipated for a long time.

　　 But the most shocking thing is.

　　 The scarlet hot blade, obviously did not hit anything else at all, but the magnificent sword aura that it wielded was like a waning moon. After passing thousands of miles of the earth, it burned several stretches of mountains in the distance to ashes. The land along the way was melted into a piece of magma by flames.

　　 Hundreds of thousands of undead army is unfortunate, and immediately flies into ashes and annihilates directly under the flames.

　　 looked at this scene.

　　 Brunhild felt a little astonished, what a terrifying temperature this is.

　　 is comparable to the flames on the surface of the sun, I am afraid that even the **** king of Asgard will be somewhat difficult to resist!

　　 After being burned by the high temperature, it showed a distorted and fuzzy void. When he cast his gaze on the goddess of death, there was another stormy sea in Brunhild's heart, and his complexion changed drastically.

　　 I saw the goddess of death, who was originally like a queen, and was extremely arrogant. At this moment, she looked miserable.

　　The blade of the sun, which sealed all the flames into the blade, destroyed the defensive magic she had constructed in an instant, and burned out the death cloak with a force of destruction, causing half of her body to be wiped out in the heat!

　　bang!

　　 With the sound of heavy objects falling, the ground that was already broken collapsed downward again.

　　 Hela lay awkwardly in the broken and collapsed pit. The black tight-fitting leather armor had long been burned by the flames, and the part from the waist down was nowhere to be seen, only the charred upper body was left, and the weak aura could almost disappear at any time.

　　 The reason why she is still alive depends on Helheim underworld.

　　 If it weren’t the master of this hell, with a constant supply of energy, I’m afraid I would have died under the ‘Blade of the Rising Sun’ a long time ago.

　　 Hela, who originally had the support of Helheim underworld, is slightly inferior to Lord in terms of hard power, but it is absolutely impossible to lose so fast, let alone such a miserable defeat, even if it is not the enemy. It can also be postponed.

　　 But the problem is...

　　 In order to avenge Asgard, Hela did not hesitate to use the death origin of Helheim underworld to store her own two artifacts, the sword of the night sky and the cloak of death, which caused the entire **** to be in all year round. Under the state of'deficit'.

　　This behavior naturally caused the dissatisfaction of Helheim's **** will.

　　 Therefore, combining the above two conditions, this has led to the current situation.

　　 If this brain didn't get ten kilograms of water, it would definitely not be possible to do such a thing!

　　 You must know that the overall strength of the Lord of Hell is linked to the origin of the death of Hell. The stronger the Lord of Hell, the stronger the Lord. Conversely, the stronger the Lord, the stronger the Origin of Hell. The two can be said to complement each other!

　　 But Hela has just done this kind of thing from the bottom of the pan. It can only be said that she is definitely not wronged by swallowing this bitter fruit of defeat.

How do you say 　　......

　　 Maybe this is self-inflicted.

　　Lord landed slowly, looked at Hela with contempt, and said: "You lose, Hela."

　　 "But... **** it!"

　　 Hela held the broken sword of the night sky in both hands, propped her body on the ground forcibly, her eyes breathed out fire: "Don't think it's over, I can still fight, come again!!!"

　　 I have to praise here, the tradition of Asgard.

　　 I don’t know how the old man Odin was brought up. He was a very good politician, a kind-hearted old fox, but the sons and daughters he brought up were all developing in the direction of reckless men.

　　 Thor, the **** of thunder, needless to say, even Loki, a magician, has been affected. If he has magic, he likes to use a dagger to stabbing people. Now even Hela is like this. Is it possible that Asgard is reckless The husband training class failed?

　　 "Courage is commendable."

　　 Lord nodded slightly, and he barely recognized Hela's fighting spirit, but his eyes were sneered, saying: "But you, who is only half of your body, can't even condense the magic power. How do you plan to be with me? What about the war?"

　　 "For the glory of Asgard!"

　　Hella is high-spirited, with fighting spirit in his eyes burning, holding the ground with one hand to maintain an upright posture, and pointing the broken sword of the night sky at Lord with the other, saying word by word: "I, Hela Odinson , In the name of the goddess of death, challenge you!"

　　The calm words are filled with a sense of decisiveness!

　　 Knowing that they were lost, Hela still raised her blade, like a berserker who had no scruples, just like those heroic spirits who yearned for battle and death, resolutely chose to continue fighting!

　　 Looking at Hella like this, Brunnhild suddenly felt a little complicated in his heart.

　　 Even though the two sides are hostile, there will inevitably be a trace of respect for the soldier who calmly goes to death.

　　"Ling King...sir." Brunhild sent his voice through Reiatsu: "Hela is sending you an ancient challenge, if... if you If you are willing to respond, you need to report your name and conduct a sacred duel under the witness of Odin and Gangnir."

　　 "Duel... So that's it, since this is your choice, then I respect your will." Lord's eyes were slightly condensed, and solemnly said: "Lord Carl, from Mead The Spirit King of Gard, accept your challenge."

　　"Midgard...The Spirit King?"

　　 Hela was taken aback first, and then she said in disbelief: "Among those humble and small human beings, can someone like you be born?"

　　"Who gave you the illusion that strong people cannot be born among humans?" Lord's eyes closed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Do you know that the race that governs the world is the one in your eyes? A group of'humble and small' human beings?"

　　 Are human beings small?

　　Then you may not have seen the starting point of the army of ‘traversers’.

　　 Among those big bosses all over the heavens and myriad worlds, those who destroy hundreds of worlds at every turn, are all pure humans!

　　 "What do you mean?" Hela frowned slightly, not quite understanding Lord's words.

　　 "It's nothing~IndoMTL.com~ Let's start."

　　 Lord shook his head, drew the blade from his waist, and said lightly: "Since it is a so-called duel, there must be a place for a duel. I will use this trick to give you the greatest respect. Hela, the goddess of death."

　　 "Hehe...that would be better!"

　　 A touch of azure rose in Hela's eyes, which can make the enemy go all out. This is the greatest respect for her: "Lord Carr, in response to your respect, I will use my last strength."

　　"卍......Solution!"

　　Lord's two thin lips opened slightly, holding Zanpo's sword upside down and slowly letting go, the aura from the soul rippled out: "Senbon Sakura...Jing Yan!!!"

　　"You actually let go of your weapon?"

　　 Hela frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy in her heart, feeling that Lord seemed to be underestimating her.

　　But what happened next completely changed her opinion, and even her heart trembled inexplicably, with a vague premonition.

　　 As the blade slowly fell, the moment it touched the ground.

　　 I saw the ground suddenly resembling water, with ripples and ripples, and then the sword blade went straight into it, disappearing silently.

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